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Trilogy of the Dead Soldier

Written By: Dave Millard

Trilogy of the Dead Soldier (Lyrics, By Dave Millard)
(Copyright July 2005)
Part I: The Dead Soldier, Discovery

I see an Old Man in the Shadows,
At a table out of the way.
Reflections of memories
Douse the smile from his face
A stiff shot of whiskey masks his pain
Returns the smile once again
He’s a familiar sight
He’s not the same one every night

A common sight in every town,
Every city, the whole world round.
We look and see them everyday
Long since retired from their hay days.
National Treasures that’s for sure,
A War Vet we claim as our own,
As their Numbers dwindle away.

Chorus:
We have a Dead Soldier on the table
He has a story to tell.
He gave His life,
The Supreme Sacrifice,
Given for you and me.
We have a Dead Soldier on the table,
No name for a face,
Drink to them with dignity.
They gave their lives so valiantly
And never came home again.

Earl had joined the Air force,
Fred the infantry,
Walt drove a tank,
And Johnny went to Sea.
Most had less than grade 10
They had to conquer Berlin
Went through Hell and back again
Along the way, they lost some friends.

.

A life cut short by the Second World War,
As they, were merely teens.
Too young to take a wife,
They had just begun to live their life.
The Army called them men
But they were merely kids back then.

Chorus:
We have a Dead Soldier on the table.
He has a story to tell.
He gave his life,
Thee Supreme Sacrifice,
Given for you and me.
We have a Dead Soldier on the table.
No name for a face,
Drink to them with dignity.
They gave their lives so valiantly,
And never came home again.

May have joined the air force,
Or the infantry.
May have drove a tank,
Or sailed on the sea.
They gave their life,
The supreme sacrifice
They gave it, they gave it for you
They gave it for you and me

Part II: The Tattoo, Enlightenment

When I was a young man of 18,
I was sure I knew everything.
I’d been there and back.
Seen and done it all.
At least, that’s what I had always thought.
I graduated from high school,
Found employment with the union,
Money was good, work was slack.
Only one thing I didn’t have.

I’ve seen Snakes and Girls
Eagles and Skulls
And we all love our Moms,
Mine has to be neat,
It has to be cool,
Has to be unique,
Has to be My Tattoo.

One night at the local Legion Hall
Sitting in the shadows
At a table out of the way
I sat down and had a draft,
With my Dear Old Dad.
Quite the lesson I was about to have.

I noticed his tattoo
One color of Blue,
Letters aged, hard to read,
Its sixty years old, twenty less than he.
I had to ask him, what’s it mean?

Nestled in his chair
Wearing a half empty stare.
He looked away
Didn’t want to go there.

The Bar Maid brought us another beer,
Smiling at her, he said,
“Thank-You Dear”
Looking at him
With a wink and a grin,
She placed the Dead Soldiers into the empty bin.

Rubbing the Tattoo for a moment or two
He says, “It goes back to World War Two.”
The sailor’s cap we Navy Boys wore.
We got a little nervous, when we left shore.

The three names on my arm,
Two friends I’ll never forget.
Civie and Red, saved my life
They pulled me from the dead.
The third name, Simply Johnny,
That’s just me, your Dear Old Dad.

We won the Battle for Britain,
Fought in the North Atlantic too.
We were at “Omaha Beach”, during Normandy.
Human carnage, Like, No one should ever see.

We couldn’t finish High School,
We’re Graduates of World War Two.
This is our scroll, it’s our degree.
This Tattoo’s unique, belongs to only us three

Reflecting back,
To my days as a teen,
I realize,
I hadn’t done anything.

I’ve seen Snakes and Girls,
Eagles and Skulls,
And yes,
We all love our moms.
But mine has to be neat,
It has to be cool,
It has to be unique,
Just like my dads’ tattoo.

Part III: Remembrance, and Reflections

On a cold and damp November morn,
A north wind sends chills through the bones.
Wet snow falling on the ground
As people gather all around.
A cenotaph
Grey and cold
Engraved names that will never grow old.

A bugle cries the Last Post,
We remember the dead whom gave the most.
The Nations flag flaps with pride,
As memories flow from the War Vets eyes,

In the Legion Hall
On the St. Lawrence shore
The patrons appreciate
The tales of war

Fly Sugarbabe Fly Fly

Written By: Dave Millard

Fly SugarBabe Fly Lyrics by Dave Millard
Copyright October 2005
Sitting across from you,
At a table for two.
We’re each reluctant to speak,
Cause we know what it’s leading to.
Its’ been going on so long.
We simply don’t belong.
Together, forever, anymore.

I still believe
Yours is the prettiest smile,
I’ve ever seen
You just flash it,
You’ll know what I mean.

Oh and I can still hold you
Oh I can still kiss you,
You know I’m always going love you
You know I’m always going miss you.
You have a heart of gold,
It shouldn’t be alone.

You know I’ll think of you every day
I’ll pray to God, your okay.
And I hope you’re happy in every way

Oh I can still hold you
Oh and I can still kiss you,
You know I’m always going to love you.
You know I’m always going to miss you,
You have a heart of gold
It shouldn’t be alone.

You know we only tied each other down,
And we held each other back.
You know our dreams weren’t coming true.
So this is why I say to you,
So this is why,
I say to you,
I say,

Fly SugarBabe Fly Fly
Spread your wings
And sour up high.
Glide around in the clouds,
Fulfill your dreams
Realize your goals,
Don’t worry about me,
You’ve taught me well,
My feet firmly planted on the ground.

Oh and I can still hold you
Oh and I can still kiss you,
You know I’m always going love you
You know I’m always going miss you.
Your heart of Gold,
Shouldn’t be alone.

And when I look up to the stars at night,
You know I’ll be thinking of you.
Do you remember our Oklahoma moon?
And how it was larger than life,
I do!!

Oh and I can still hold you
Oh and I can still kiss you
You know I’m always going love you
You know I’m always going to miss you.
Your heart of Gold,
Shouldn’t be alone

So this is why I say to you,
So this is why,
I say to you,
I say,
Fly SugarBabe Fly Fly
Fly SugarBabe Fly Fly

Last Bell

Written By: Dave Millard

Last Bell Lyrics by Dave Millard, August 2005
Copyright August 2005
Last Bell Shouts,
Schools out.
One more year under our belts.
Teacher ,teacher ,teacher Let your hair down.
Me and the Boys are gonna hit the town.
Whatcha gonna do when the school years thru?
Summers finely arrived.
The party starts at five.

Grade eleven English
Hardly my specialty.
Teacher, in the classroom,
You’re all I could see

Legs, long and slender,
They went on forever
You’re a sight of beauty,
Perfect as can be.
Slim at the waist line.
Tight little behind.

Your package is complete.
Long legs, tight butt, slim waist
And right above the neckline,
A drop dead gorgeous face.

Last Bell shouts,
Schools out,
One more year under our belts.
Teacher, teacher, teacher, let your hair down.
Me and the boys are gonna hit the town.
Whatcha gonna do when the school years thru?
Summers finally arrived,
The party starts at five.

You entertained us all year long,
Cause every time you moved,
The two parts, I left out,
They bounced along with you.

Tale of Two Cities,
What was that all about?
Grade eleven teacher, I thank you for the “D”.
If you could only read my mind.
Well believe me please.
Every time your lips moved, you blew me away.

Last Bell Shouts.
Schools Out
One more year under our belts.
Teacher ,Teacher ,Teacher, let your hair down.
Me and the boys are gonna hit the town.
Whatcha gonna do when the school years thru?

Ya know you never kept me late
A detention would have been a date.
Ya know I wouldn’t show up late.
Cause I’d love to spend the afternoon,
With a teacher as hot as you.

Last Bell shouts
Schools Out.
One more year under our belts
Teacher ,teacher ,teacher, let your hair down.
Me and the boys are gonna hit the town.
Teacher, teacher ,teacher, let your hair down,
Teacher, teacher, teacher, no more class Clowns